Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camberwell Now to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Kayak,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
the Association,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.